I'm gonna get him killed.
Someday.
Somehow.
I'm gonna get him killed.
And the worst part?
He knows I will. "Turn this into a fucking game, I'm begging you to make a bet out of it, just to see how long you'll last trying to change it before you r...
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"Where were you?" is how my father announces his presence when I slam the door shut.
"School, where else?" I ask, hoping he can hear the eye roll in my voice.
"You're late."
"I had practice."
"What practice?"
"I applied for one of the sport's teams."
He doesn't need to know the details and lecture me about precautions. He can for all I know think I'm playing soccer or volleyball. Nor because I think he cares, it was just a useless attempt to catch me with my hand in the cookie jar, not knowing I'm a professional carrying his genes.
Unknown: Hey
If River gives my goddamned phone number to just one more soul, I swear I will be responsible for his death.
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: I just heard my own heart break darling, did you?
Great. Avery has my number. Perfect.
"River!" I shout.
"Yes?" he calmly asks when peeping inside my room, hoping his energy will run off on me. Boy is he wrong.
"Did you give Avery my number?"
"Yes?"
"Fuck you."
"He would've gotten it one way or another. I just saved a lot of time, for you and for him. Now he can call before you two start filming amateur porn in your room."
Amateur. Bold, really bold to use that word.
He narrows his eyes in a mocking manner and leaves my room with an even stronger desire to shoot him. But, unfortunately, I know I'd regret it.
And, it was in this very moment that I came to his conclusion; that I need to socialize more so the only person I cling onto isn't River, so I'll have somewhere to go once I've brutally stabbed him.
Me: What do you want?
Fuckboy: I'm bored.
Me: You're getting good at circus acts, entertain yourself.
Fuckboy: But it's so much more fun with you in the show, you for sure put the magic in it.
Flattering. Really.
Fuckboy: I'm bored and you're free, I highly suggest wasting time together instead of alone. My parents aren't home.
